Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.